A bracing, but not finger freezingly cold ride. I'm guessing there were about 50-60 on the road to Southend and with no headwind, precious few mechanicals and flat terrain we were always in danger of arriving at the cafe before 5am! Thankfully, a prolonged toilet stop (only one cubicle available), a queue for refreshmenst at the (charmless but warm) service station and a brave attempt by a select few at getting lost meant we made it to the cafe at 6.50. As usual, the service was great and we were scoffing a full english within 15mins of arrival.
I saw one minor mishap - a chap tried to bunny hop a kerb at the service station and ended up sprawled on the floor. Thankfully only his pride seemed to be injured.
I chatted to Wowbagger about the travails of Southend United as he escorted us along the seafront (after his late, cameo) but I was distracted, from time to time, by various wading birds.
We also got to see the new cycling facility and for those that had not seen it, a bit of the bandaged one's impressive architecture...
I did think about riding back from this ride, but a head cold led me to eschew alcohol and opt for the train with 3BM. I was back in Tooting Towers by 9.30 - which is record, as I usually make it back home closer to 9.30pm.
Thanks to everyone who made it run so smoothly...